Page 37 of Orion Ruined

“Come here.” He releases my nipples and leans back in his chair, making space for me on his lap as he chuckles.

I’m feral at this point. I get up and sit in his lap, straddling him, right over the huge protrusion in his pants. His fingers dig into my flesh as he claws at my hips, stilling me.

“You are so beautiful.”

I lick my lips at what’s to come. Finally.

My breasts are right in his face and he leans in, inhales my scent and sucks one, then the other. They’re too sensitive but he’s gentle, his hot tongue soothing them. I shudder beneath his touch. His movements are slow and loving, and after sucking them he pulls back and blows on them. I throw my head back, surrendering to him.

I run my fingers through his hair and lift his head, pressing my lips to his as I grind on his steely cock. He kisses me hungrily and I moan into his mouth, wanting more, wanting all of him. He devours my mouth, deepening my desire as I reach between us to unbutton his vest and shirt. I manage to undo half the buttons and slide my hands inside to stroke his pecs–so fucking fine–all the while expecting him to finish the job himself. And free his cock, too. Surely it’s painful as it is.

But he doesn’t do anything except devour me, suck my bottom lip, bite me, and wait on me to do the rest. So I do, and go back to fully undressing him. I take off his vest and shirt, then work to free his erection that’s already poking from the top of his underwear, shining with precum.

When I finally get to wrap my hand around him I notice he’s as big as Kai and Logan, with a small addition: a thick, steel ring at the top of his penis. A Prince Albert piercing. I look down at it and grin.

He snickers. “I take it you had someone with this piercing before?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Why the grin then?”

“I read about it.” I run my tongue over my teeth and he pulls me to him. His lips latch onto mine, giving me yet another taste of his addictive masculinity.

I fist his cock at the base and squeeze his shaft on every upstroke, determined to make him lose control, to make him feel the same urgent need wreaking havoc on my body. He groans, dipping his head to bite my nipple between his teeth while his fingers play with the other.

“Do you have protection?” he asks in between bites.

“I don’t,” I pant, “but I’m clean, you said so yourself.”

“Hey!” He slaps my breasts two, three times, making me jump. “Are you gonna just blindly believe I’m clean?”

“If you say you are, I believe you,” I purr.

“You’d believe me, huh?” He slaps my breasts at the sides now and I feel a rush of wet heat. I think I’m losing my mind.

“Logan and Kai talked about you,” I tell him. “You wouldn’t do anything to me on purpose.”

He points across the room. “There’s a condom in that drawer. You want to ride me, you got to be a good girl and go get it.”

I jump off him and run to the drawer. There are hundreds of condoms inside. I’m not used to doing all this work to fuck someone. Usually guys are more than happy to do the ‘admin,’ so to speak, in order to fuck. But he has a way of asking me.

He’s looking at me and fisting his cock with a smirk on his face. I run back and straddle him again. As I do, he tears at my panties and throws them aside. “You forgot to take these off.”

There. That’s the madness I want to see when someone wants to fuck me.

I pass him the condom, wishing, no, expecting him to do the rest of the work before we actually get started. Seriously, I don’t know how men do this. My mind is incapable of thinking right now.

“You wanted to ride, so ride me, darling.”

Doing errands for him is the last thing on my mind but I’m beyond making sense. I quickly tear open the condom and roll it down his cock, maddening desire surging through me.

“Good girl, Maisy.” He sucks my nipple and bites me again. I whimper and hunch over as I pull my nipple out of his mouth.

I have no comprehension of the world at this moment, only of all-I-want-to-do-right-now, which is to ride him. That’s my sole aim. I lift up and try to get him in my cunt as he watches me, looking smug. He’s big, and I may not be able to do this by myself, so I lower onto him slowly, but there isn’t any give. And it’s painful. I try nevertheless. And my frustration, my need, grows even more.

“Easy, Maisy, easy, girl. Breathe.”

He digs his fingers into my thigh, and with the other hand positions his piercing at my entrance. It’s cold even through the condom, but with my heat, not for long. He glides it against my arousal, up and down my folds.

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